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About Tokyo

I seen it, back in old country—guys lookin’ for “company,” all sneaky like. Little fact for ya—didja know in some places, they got secret signals? Like, red scarf on lamp—boom, she’s there! Crazy, right? Made me laugh, like, “What, you order borscht with that?” But serious, it’s wild—some girls, they pick YOU, not09, not me decidin’ who’s shady or not, I’m just observin’, da?

Satoko Kasai

Melancholy's prostitute written by Kasai in Erotic Poems at DU Poetry. Share poems, lyrics, short stories and spoken word poetry.

After the arcade, we decide to grab some drinks. We hit up this izakaya on the corner of Kasai 1-chome. I’m downing some sake, and Kenji’s ordering all this weird food. I’m like, “What even is that?” He’s like, “Just try it!” So, I do. And it’s surprisingly good! I’m like, “Okay, you win this round.”

Accident: Kasai AN26 at Kongolo on Jan 21st 2025, runway excursion on landing